Blac World Order Anthology

In an alternative United States, April 2033

Eric and Erin Kensington were once so similar that their relatives could barely tell each other apart. The twin brother and sister were basically indistinguishable until middle school, and inseparable until high school. Now in college, the two had drifted apart entirely, in more than a few ways.

Erin was a 19-year old hottie at the Shenandoah State, the premier public college in their region. She was a popular sophomore in one of the top sororities on campus. Her friends often compared her to a young Kaley Cuoco. Large breasts, died blonde hair, friendly but beautiful face, skinny with great curves where it counted. A dream girl next door.

Eric was an unkempt shut-in who looked like he rarely shaved, showered or saw natural light. Eric had essentially given up on making a good life for himself. He was a reclusive homebody, obsessed with videogames, politics, anime and had some bad addictions to weed, porn and beer.

Though the twins were best friends throughout life, the two began to drift apart in high school. Erin was always fairly popular and had no trouble fitting in, but Eric became increasingly rejected and even bullied by the more popular kids in school. Eric's childhood friends were equally marginalized, while the more athletic and stylish boys, often bussed in from the cities, established themselves at the top of his high school's hierarchy. Erin did her best to stop her popular friends from bullying Eric, but that just made them bully Eric's friends instead when she was around and Eric himself when she wasn't looking.

Rather than trying to find solidarity with his fellow outcasts, Eric largely retreated into an online world and stopped seeing his friends entirely, whom he came to view as just as big losers as himself. Erin meanwhile enjoyed high school thoroughly, dated popular boys, studied appropriately and got into a great school in Shenandoah State.

Eric and Erin lived together in small house 10 minutes off campus from Shenandoah. It was an old investment property procured by their grandparents several years back, and has served as a temporary living space for many young adult Kensington cousins in the years since. Free of the burden of paying rent, Erin was able to focus on her studies and leisure, and Eric was able to get by working just a few hours a week at a local retail joint.

It was a typical Friday night. Eric hadn't been to work in two days, and wouldn't need to work again until Sunday. He had spent his entire day playing video games, watching porn and browsing various different websites, most of which catered to racist and incel-adjacent young men. These websites were full of young men like Eric, complaining about how society didn't care about them, how immigrants and Black people were replacing white people, how men like them were just genetically cursed to be losers and how women would always choose taller, stronger, darker men as lovers. Every day, Eric's resentment towards women, feminism, immigrants and Black people grew.

Erin had spent all day in class and had recently gone out to a party with her friends. It was relatively early in the night, around 10pm, when Eric heard the front door open. He heard his sister, giggling like a drunk idiot stumbling into the house. He heard another girl's voice as well, then another. The idea of going out to say hi to his sister's friends never even occurred to him. No doubt, he thought, that they would just turn him down and laugh at him for not being strong enough, tall enough or handsome enough.

A few minutes later, the door open again. Another person walked in, one with a deep male voice.

"Jamar!" screamed the other girls, the pitches in their voices rising as they began to laugh and giggle more.

Eric realized that his sister had invited two girl friends and a Black man over to his house. His porn-obsessed brain immediately came to the conclusion that Erin and her friend were all about to fuck the shit out of this mysterious Black stranger. Bursting with anger, he put on his headphones and turned on his gaming console, hoping to distract himself from what was happening down the hall.

Even with the volume turned up, he could still hear the girls' exaggerated laughter, their high-pitched voices, their obnoxious music.

Eric tried to ignore the commotion as long as he could, but eventually the giggles and flirty statements turned into moans, pounding, slurping and sucking sounds.

"Yah, suck that shit real good" mumbled the Black man in an exaggeratedly loud voice, as if he intended for Eric to hear him from down the hall.

"Damn Erin! You're so fuckin' tight!" he said a few moments later. "You want daddy to stretch you?"

Eric heard his sister's voice mumbling.

"Louder, whore!" the black man yelled.

"Yes daddy!" Erin screamed, loud enough to hear in every room in the house.

The Black man began encouraging the other two girls to get more vocal as well. Eric could hear two loud slapping sounds, followed by the Black voice saying "You like being spanked like the bad little girls you are?"

"We love it daddy!" the girls responded.

Another pair of spanking sounds.

"Louder!" the Black man yelled.

"YES DADDY!" screamed the two girls.

"Damn right you do! Let's take this to the other room!" responded the Black man.

Erin mentioned a guest bedroom upstairs, but the Black man declined, and insisted on using Erin's own bedroom, which shared a wall with Eric's.

Realizing that the sex sounds were going to be louder than ever, Eric put on some headphones and turned up the volume on his game. The sounds of the Black man and the three girls having sex next door easily overpowered the capabilities of his headphones.

Eric's cock began to twitch. There was no doubt he was getting aroused, listening to a Black man fuck the absolute shit out of three college hotties simultaneously just a few feet away from him. Eric knew that he watched too much porn and was trying to cut back, but his arousal was too much.

He closed out of his game and loaded up his favorite porn sites. He began furiously stroking his cock to the latest Blacked scenes, other IR videos on the front page of his favorite tube sites, the free posts on the social media profiles of his favorite porn stars. It just wasn't personal enough for him, though. With a sense of shame, Eric opened up another window and logged into his OnlyFans account, where he had formerly been spending hundreds of dollars a month subscribing to interracial porn creators like Jenny Waters, who had become a worldwide phenom at this point. Seeing that his subscription expired, he reluctantly paid $24.99 for another month's subscription to her page, and spend an additional $30 on her latest video. The video showed her riding a massive Black cock from the POV of the Black man, all while riding out on a luxury yacht in the ocean off Miami beach. The humiliation of knowing that he partially paid for Jenny's opulent lifestyle by buying her videos and paying for messages with her just made the experience sweeter and more emotionally intense.

Eric was still gooning to both the porn and the sex sounds next door when the Jenny Waters video ended. He spent $25 more on another video from Jenny, this time showed her in expensive lingerie riding around in her red Ferrari, until she picked up a Black man and handed the keys over to him. She began sucking his massive BBC while he drove her car around the city, until he busted in her mouth at a traffic light.

Eric bought two more videos, and soon realized that he had just wasted an entire day's salary just buying amateur porn videos and forced himself to close out of OnlyFans. Fully embracing the fact that he was jerking off to the sounds of the college girls getting fucked, Eric put his ear next to the wall he shared with Erin and began furiously stroking his little dick. Even though in his mind, he was jerking off to the IRL extinction of his own race and the continued subjugation of incels at the hands of stronger men, it just wasn't as tantalizing as using OnlyFans. There was something especially humiliating and cuckish about sending his hard-earned money to a sexy, rich, successful snowbunny like Jenny Waters just for being beautiful and allowing him to witness the sex that she gives Black men every day. His bank account dangerously dry, Eric would have to find a new way to spice things up when he got his most shameful idea yet.

Eric threw on a set of sweats and wrapped a hoodie around his waist, ensuring that his tiny boner was concealed. He walked down to the laundry room in the basement, and hoped that he would get lucky. Jackpot, Erin had thrown her dirty laundry in the hamper but not yet washed them. Feeling like an absolute deviant, Eric looked through his sister's laundry and found just what he was looking for: a dirty red thong with just a little bit of crust on the pussy area. Eric imagined his sister in the thong for a moment. Her pussy barely covered by the tiny triangle in the front, the shoestring piece of fabric that would have rode all the way up her ass crack in the back, the sides that hugged her flawless waist. He threw the panties in his pocket and ran back to his room, luckily not running into anyone on the way back.

Holding his twin sister's dirty panties to his nose and inhaling her heavenly musk with his left hand and stroking his cock with his right hand, he shamelessly listened as the Black man took turns next door pounding each of the college hotties, giving each one multiple orgasms before switching to the next pussy and then the next. Eric was immediately on the edge.

"Yes! Give it to me! Give it to meeee! I want you to cum inside... inside... inside!!!" one of the girls yelled from next door. Eric knew for sure that it was Erin's voice.

"Fuck yah, time to get bred, white bitch!" the Black man yelled.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK!!! I can feel your cum shooting inside of me!!!" Erin yelled as Eric came in his hand and the Black man came in Erin's pussy simultaneously.

From next door, there was a sound of slurping and glugging as the other two girls furiously tried to clean the cum that was still emitting from the Black man's cock after he shot his load. Meanwhile, Eric had to frantically clean the massive puddle of spunk he blew on his floor with the few towels and tissues that he had in the room. While scrubbing, he felt absolutely disgusted in himself that he spent over a hundred dollars on porn again, stole his sister's underwear and jerked off to the scent of her pussy and the sound of her being Blacked.

Eric spent all night jerking off over and over, as masturbation became the only respite from the shame that he felt for his depravity. The Black man, meanwhile was ready for round 2 with Erin and her friends shortly after the climax of round 1. Eric lustfully listened to him next door for hours and hours until he finally left around 1am to go to another girl's house. Eric spent half an hour trying to clean up the cum stains in his room and come to grips with his own depravity after the Black man left. He then went to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for bed.

Erin was still awake, watching movies and drinking wine in the living room with her friends. Eric passed them on the way over to the bathroom. As Eric expected, the two friends were both knockout beauties. Eric tried his best to ignore their presence and didn't even want to think about Erin anymore in his post-nut clarity.

"Oh, hey Eric!" Erin yelled as he walked by. "These are my friends, Laura and Mel. Wanna come say hi? We're just about to start watching Girlmore Girls if you wanna join us!"

All three girls had wide smiles on their face, bright radiant skin and a refreshed look on their faces. Their body language warmly invited Eric to come say hi and hang out, as if they didn't just spend several hours being used like fuck toys just a few feet away from him.

"Uh... no thanks. A little late for me. Have a good night" Eric said, turning down his first opportunity in several weeks to interact with with women outside of work.

Eric stayed up all night thinking about the shame of his actions and choices that led him to this point. His sister was on track to become a successful, college-educated professional, he was on track to be an unemployed incel loser. His sister was having the time of her life in college, he was wasting his life watching porn and playing video games. She was getting all the BBC she could want, he couldn't get laid to save his life and self-sabotaged any time he got close. She was a well-adjusted, popular, happy young woman. He was a miserable, degenerate, bitter teenage boy, being further and further radicalized by both the forums that he browsed and the porn he watched.

Erin began bringing more and more Black men home, sometimes alone, sometimes with friends. She would always fuck the absolute shit out of them in her own bedroom, never using the room upstairs. Sometimes, Eric would come home from work to see Erin curled up in her underwear, melting into the arms of a Black lover on the couch while they hung out and watched TV. Eric tried his best to avert his eyes, but always ended up jerking off to the sounds of his sister getting demolished when they came next door.

Erin began wearing less and less clothes around the house and was leaving her dirty underwear and lingerie out in the open for Eric to stumble upon. It didn't take long before Eric had a small pile of his sister's dirty panties, bras, garter belts and stockings laying in his closet.

Finally, Eric saw his sister lounging around in their house wearing nothing but a bikini with the words "Blacked" on the hem. The incel had finally had enough of his sister's whoring.

"What the fuck are you wearing, Erin? Are you serious right now? What has gotten into you lately?" Eric finally exploded at his sister.

"Oh, I think you know what has gotten into me. But actually more has gotten into me than you may realize." Erin responded.

"Just put some fucking clothes on! Seriously, I'm your brother, I don't wanna see all that!" Eric barked.

"Oh, come on. We both know you do," Erin said, walking towards him. She embraced her brother and brought her lips to his ears "After all, why else would you have all my dirty panties in your closet?"

Eric's face turned bright red. He began babbling like an idiot, not even able to string enough words along to deny it. He frantically began trying to think of an explanation.

"Yah, I noticed my panties started going missing right around the first few times I brought Jamar home. All my girlfriends said 'oh don't bring a Black guy home, it'll turn your brother on too much and he'll become a cucky little gooner for you'. I said not my brother. Then I noticed all my panties started going missing, and they ended up right in your closet where everyone said they would go. Isn't that pathetic? And so predictable too."

Eric's heart sank. "What do you mean 'predictable'?" he asked.

Erin sat her brother down on the couch, and sat right next to him.

"Well, you know I'm a psych major, sociology minor. All my professors talk about is the white male inferiority complex and how it's led to all the problems throughout history. The European wars of conquest to find women they can subjugate. The enslavement of Black men to keep them away from their daughters. The right wing government we have now and the incel movement that's running rampant. All you little white boys are just obsessed with Black cock and what it does to your women, right?" Erin said.

"You... you got me hooked on your panties on purpose?" Eric said, fighting back tears.

Erin pulled a small plastic stick from her bra. She handed it to Eric. It was a positive pregnancy test.

"Isn't this great? I'm only 19 and I'm gonna have my fist Black baby! I just got the anatomy ultrasound, it's gonna be a boy! The first of many Black sons, I hope!" Erin said, hugging her brother.

"Wait, what!?" Eric said.

"Yah, Jamar really fucked up my insides. Bust his nut inside me on every fertile day I had for the past four months. Finally my depo shot wore off and now I'm gonna be a mama!" She said, grabbing Eric's hand and placing it on her flat tummy.

"Can you feel him moving? He's so tiny now but I swear I can feel him kicking sometimes!"

Eric pulled away. "Erin, you fucking whore! You're already 19 and you threw your life away! What are mom and dad gonna do when they find out..."

"When they find out what? That I finally got a job for my useless, shut-in brother?" Erin replied.

"What are you talking about?" Eric said.

"Listen, you aren't doing anything with your life, so I decided you can raise my kids for me so I can girlboss my way up the ladder! It's gonna take at least two more years to finish my bachelor, then my Masters and maybe even a PhD after that. I'm not gonna have time to raise these black angels, so that's where you come in!" Erin said.

"I'm not agreeing to that!" Eric said.

Erin rolled her eyes. "Where else are you gonna go? Don't think I don't know about your little OnlyFans addiction. $2000 so far this year, really? That's why I'm talking over your finances for you. You're gonna get to work full time until the baby's born, and by that point we should have enough money to start working on a down payment for a house by the time we get kicked out of here! Isn't that perfect? Don't worry, mom will help us out with money once little DeRay is born and you can't work as much anymore. We'll be a big family, just like when we were kids!"

"I'm not gonna spend my life raising some Black bastar-" Eric began.

"Or I could tell Dad about your little OnlyFans addiction and how I could you stealing me underwear, and he'll cut you out of the family for being a desperate little loser who pervs on his sister." Erin said.

Eric went silent, and his face contorted into a defeated grimace.

Erin giggled, clearly enjoying the power dynamic at play. "Cheer up bro. Half the girls in my sorority have little Black buns in the oven! Most of them are getting their sugar daddies or white boyfriends to raise them," she said. She again moved Eric's hand onto her belly. "This isn't just some unrelated bastard child of some random Black guy you need to raise, he's your nephew! Your own flesh and blood! The future of your bloodline! Most of your whiteboy friends from high school are gonna just end up raising Black kids fathered by whatever random Black alpha fucked their girlfriend. Kids they have no connection to. You get to take care of your nephew!"

Eric sunk his head down. Erin put her hand on his knee to comfort him. "Look bro, I really don't want to force you into anything. But do you not get it? White men have been left behind. There's nowhere left for you. My girlfriends and I have to share one Black guy between two or three of us most nights because every college is like 70% female these days! Ain't no white boys making it to college! Even if you did get in, no company is hiring white men in this day and age! And, come on, even if you could talk to girls I don't think you'd have much dating success here. If you did, your girlfriend would just cheat on you like all the girls in my sorority who have white boyfriends! This is your best shot at a purpose! I'll go to work, I'll make the money, I'll go have fun, you can stay home and raise the kids!"

Eric began sobbing and shaking his head.

Erin took her hand off of him. "Oh come on, don't be a bitch! Think about it. Let's say you say no, mom and dad cut you off and you have to work full time for a shitty apartment that costs two and a half grand a month and eats up most of your paycheck. You go home to your apartment every night alone, no friends, no girlfriend, no family. Any extra money you do scrounge up you'll probably give to OnlyFans sluts or just buy more weed and beer to waste away on. You'll just end up killing yourself by age 30! That's what all the statistics say, anyway. Just think about it, ok?"